Before we set sail, we watched our love die down in the sunset like cinders.

You were here when I built that boat.

We gathered the planks,

We spread the flags,

We tied those knots which secured the boat.

At that moment...

You are the light of my countless thoughts.

My one and only compass.

Forgive the wind for being mad,

As tides got higher as I write.

Remember what I asked?

Where do the waves, journey to, in the vast sea of oceans?

In the shade, in the stars, the sky will swallow the sun and a boat shall be lost.

But whichever land or water I may wreck into,

Or even in a foreign land where they considered me, a monkey...

I will always remember the wish we had.

Now I stood alone on an island, washed away.

As I stood up weakly, I saw the boat we made...

Stripped of its splendor,

Limp under gravity,

Rotting slowly,

Creaking in the gusting winds.

Walls no longer fine

If used to sail: weak against storms of rain or snow.

Yet it stood skeletal on the hill,

A crumbled beauty of our memory.

I sighed,

recalling its former magnificent allure.

And the sky witnessed its beauty for the last time...

"Peach-pink at peak, pale-pained at pit."—the color you chose for the boat's sail,

Because you liked strawberries.

I'm sorry that it is just a story, I couldn't give the real one—strawberry

Shifting back my gaze, I walked alone in the sand, reminded of a quote:

"Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost."